Erebus
04-27-2005, 5:20 AM
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MAID IN HEAVEN
© Dark Rider 1999
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PART ONE
He dug his fingers into the girl’s fat buttocks, opening her up. She fell onto her face, laughing.
‘Oh, Master Edward!’ she giggled. ‘You’re so wicked!’
The young man lowered his head, until his nose brushed against the ragged circle of her bum-hole. He sniffed twice, extended his tongue and ran its tip around the hot and salty rim. Emmy growled into the mattress, biting at the sheets. She pulled away from him, rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide.
‘You’re such a naughty man, sir. To trifle with a young girl, so.’
He grinned and licked his lips. ‘You’re a game little hussy, I’ll give you that,’ he said, tugging at his trousers and unbuckling his thick leather belt.
She poked out her tongue and wiggled it crudely. Then she raised her hips a fraction and showed him her cunt. Her labia were long, pink and distended; a slippery wet gash at the heart of her jungle-thick pubes.
‘A man’d need a map to find his way in and out of you, Emmy!’ he cried, rocking back onto his haunches and pulling at his pants.
She lunged forward like a wild beast, tearing at her victim’s flesh. It took him by surprise and he fell onto his back. Emmy straddled his stomach, wriggling her way up his body until she was sitting on his chest.
‘Pussy’s hungry, Master Edward!’ she trilled and shuffled forward on her thighs. ‘She wants to eat your head!’
‘No!’ he protested. ‘Not yet!’ But the words were jammed back into his throat as she bounced forward, trapping him between her legs, grinding the hump of her vulva down over his face. She jiggled happily from side to side, threw back her head and emitted several sharp squeals. The young man twisted, clawing at her fat hips, cursing mutely into the hairy maw of her cunt.
‘Can’t shift me now!’ she warbled. ‘Can’t shift Emmy!’ And she jerked her pelvis hard as if fucking his mouth with an imaginary prick.
His muffled groans became screams and his body arched like a taut bow.
‘Who’s the master now?’ she yelled, ignoring the desperate punching at her rear. ‘Pussy’s got you! She’s going to spend! She’s going to spend all over you!’ She threw back her head, bared her brilliant white teeth and screamed.
Her hips shuddered like a drill as she came, her sex exploding over the young man’s face. As her thighs relaxed, he tore his head out from under her arse, cursing and gasping for air. She reached down with both her hands and dragged him back, holding his face tight against the long slit of her sex.
She bit her lip and squealed again, humping his mouth hard as the maw of her cunt dissolved a second time. Then she slumped forward, sobbing like a child, released his head and rolled onto her back beside him.
‘Oh God,’ she breathed, the circles of her breasts rising and falling like big rounded pistons. ‘I’m dyin’ … I’m dyin’, you wicked young man …’
Edward pulled himself up onto his elbows. He was wheezing heavily, his lungs aching, his head spinning. His face was drenched in sweat and come, silver beads of moisture dribbling from his chin. Her smell was everywhere: rich and warm, like scented spice.
He dropped his head onto the pillow. ‘You … you could have killed me, Emmy. You could have killed me there.’
She rolled onto her side and raised herself on one arm. Reaching out, she brushed her hand against his cheek, gathering her sap on the pads of her fingers. She smeared it lightly across his nose and mouth and clamped her palm hard across his face. ‘But what a way to go, Master Edward. What a lovely way to go!’
He pulled away. She had that look in her eyes again. That look that always worried him. It was as if a madness bubbled just below her surface; as if a demon nestled there, just waiting to be freed.
‘I like to sit,’ she said. ‘I always have. Sit on a face. Feel a boy struggle.’
‘You do it well,’ he was forced to admit. ‘I’ll give you that.’
‘Had a lot of practice,’ she told him. ‘Needed it, too. Brung up where I was.’
‘Brought up,’ he corrected her. ‘Brought up!’
She ignored him. He was always trying to improve her. She didn’t need improving. There was only one thing she needed. There had only ever been one thing she needed…
‘They’d pinch the knickers off your bum down my street,’ she told him. ‘You learn to take care of yourself.’
She was reminiscing now. He liked it when she reminisced. He liked her stories. The ones about the men she’d sat on. They turned him on. The educated young man of the house, the Master in his father’s absence. And Emmy, his bit of rough, his dirty, common piece of skirt.
‘First boy I ever sat on, ‘e’d have croaked if they hadn’t dragged me off. Got me bum on ‘im.’ She sighed and looked dreamy for a moment. ‘No man can shift me when I got me bum on ‘im.’
She reached across and pressed her hand over the bulge in his trousers. ‘Want me to put me bum on you?’
Emmy grinned wickedly, then rolled suddenly onto her tummy, her skirts up around her waist. She knew without looking that his eyes had wandered down to her bottom. They always did. Master Edward loved her bottom. Feared it, too, because of what she threatened it could do to him.
‘You can have a sniff if you like,’ she whispered, turning her face towards him. She saw the longing in his eyes. He straddled her back quickly, leant forward and rested his warm cheek against her left buttock. She felt his heart pounding against her lower spine when he hunched close, his fingers scurrying into the gully of her arse.
‘That’s a good boy,’ she cooed softly. ‘Open Emmy up…’ She wriggled her hips, and her haunches wobbled.
She felt his nose edge down into her crack, and enjoyed the rapid beat of his breath on her skin. He sniffed her slowly and she heard him moan. Lowering his head, he buried his face in her arse, and nuzzled like a grazing beast. She felt her tummy tighten when his mouth closed around the pursed fistula of her anus. She chewed on a sheet and whimpered, ‘I like being a girl … I like the things that boys can do to me …’
She felt his tongue punch at the dark muscle of her anus, probing for a way into her back passage. She squeezed her buttocks tight and then relaxed. The tiny hole shivered sweetly, opening to admit him. She stretched out her arms and groped for her young Master’s arse, dug her nails into the tender curve of his flesh and felt his cock wriggle between her shoulderblades.
His hips began to pump: a steady pulse that matched the rhythm of his tongue. She felt his body tighten for a moment, then shudder strongly.
‘Nggghh!’ he groaned. ‘Nggghh! Nggghh!’
His mouth tightened around her anus, lips chewing on the shrivelled knot. Emmy ground her cunt into the sheets, butting the swollen knot of her clitoris against the mattress. They screamed and came together, hips jerking, bodies twisting as they emptied their loins. Emmy felt her lover’s penis jump against her back. Gobbets of white hot cream soiled her flesh and dribbled down her sides, tickling her skin.
They rolled apart a second time. This time it was Edward who spoke first.
‘Oh, Emmy,’ he murmured weakly. ‘Oh, Emmy, when I’m down there, when I’m down inside your dear, sweet, delectable bottom…’ He closed his eyes. He was afraid to finish the sentence, to give substance to his thoughts.
‘You want botty to love you, don’t you?’ she whispered. ‘You want botty to sit on your face and love you to death…’
They were the words she always used. Silly words, childish words. The words his nanny might have used. The words she knew he loved to hear.
She watched him nod his head. ‘Oh, God, yes. When I’m down there I want you to smother me. To take off your drawers and mount me. Ride me as you would a stallion. No mercy. Full gallop. The Mistress of my head. The woman between whose legs I would gladly die!’
His voice rang out around the room: loud and shrill, laced with madness, the madness with which her sweet, delicious bottom always seemed to fill him.
She swung her leg over his body, settling herself on his chest, her back to his face. She crossed her arms in front of her, reached down and pulled up her dress, tugging it over her head and discarding it on the floor.
Now she was naked, and his body shivered beneath her.
‘Let botty do it,’ she sighed sweetly. ‘Let botty put you out of your misery.’ She raised herself on her knees and wriggled back until the cavern of her arse opened over his head. She reached back with both hands and spread her buttocks impossibly wide...
MAID IN HEAVEN
© Dark Rider 1999
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PART ONE
He dug his fingers into the girl’s fat buttocks, opening her up. She fell onto her face, laughing.
‘Oh, Master Edward!’ she giggled. ‘You’re so wicked!’
The young man lowered his head, until his nose brushed against the ragged circle of her bum-hole. He sniffed twice, extended his tongue and ran its tip around the hot and salty rim. Emmy growled into the mattress, biting at the sheets. She pulled away from him, rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide.
‘You’re such a naughty man, sir. To trifle with a young girl, so.’
He grinned and licked his lips. ‘You’re a game little hussy, I’ll give you that,’ he said, tugging at his trousers and unbuckling his thick leather belt.
She poked out her tongue and wiggled it crudely. Then she raised her hips a fraction and showed him her cunt. Her labia were long, pink and distended; a slippery wet gash at the heart of her jungle-thick pubes.
‘A man’d need a map to find his way in and out of you, Emmy!’ he cried, rocking back onto his haunches and pulling at his pants.
She lunged forward like a wild beast, tearing at her victim’s flesh. It took him by surprise and he fell onto his back. Emmy straddled his stomach, wriggling her way up his body until she was sitting on his chest.
‘Pussy’s hungry, Master Edward!’ she trilled and shuffled forward on her thighs. ‘She wants to eat your head!’
‘No!’ he protested. ‘Not yet!’ But the words were jammed back into his throat as she bounced forward, trapping him between her legs, grinding the hump of her vulva down over his face. She jiggled happily from side to side, threw back her head and emitted several sharp squeals. The young man twisted, clawing at her fat hips, cursing mutely into the hairy maw of her cunt.
‘Can’t shift me now!’ she warbled. ‘Can’t shift Emmy!’ And she jerked her pelvis hard as if fucking his mouth with an imaginary prick.
His muffled groans became screams and his body arched like a taut bow.
‘Who’s the master now?’ she yelled, ignoring the desperate punching at her rear. ‘Pussy’s got you! She’s going to spend! She’s going to spend all over you!’ She threw back her head, bared her brilliant white teeth and screamed.
Her hips shuddered like a drill as she came, her sex exploding over the young man’s face. As her thighs relaxed, he tore his head out from under her arse, cursing and gasping for air. She reached down with both her hands and dragged him back, holding his face tight against the long slit of her sex.
She bit her lip and squealed again, humping his mouth hard as the maw of her cunt dissolved a second time. Then she slumped forward, sobbing like a child, released his head and rolled onto her back beside him.
‘Oh God,’ she breathed, the circles of her breasts rising and falling like big rounded pistons. ‘I’m dyin’ … I’m dyin’, you wicked young man …’
Edward pulled himself up onto his elbows. He was wheezing heavily, his lungs aching, his head spinning. His face was drenched in sweat and come, silver beads of moisture dribbling from his chin. Her smell was everywhere: rich and warm, like scented spice.
He dropped his head onto the pillow. ‘You … you could have killed me, Emmy. You could have killed me there.’
She rolled onto her side and raised herself on one arm. Reaching out, she brushed her hand against his cheek, gathering her sap on the pads of her fingers. She smeared it lightly across his nose and mouth and clamped her palm hard across his face. ‘But what a way to go, Master Edward. What a lovely way to go!’
He pulled away. She had that look in her eyes again. That look that always worried him. It was as if a madness bubbled just below her surface; as if a demon nestled there, just waiting to be freed.
‘I like to sit,’ she said. ‘I always have. Sit on a face. Feel a boy struggle.’
‘You do it well,’ he was forced to admit. ‘I’ll give you that.’
‘Had a lot of practice,’ she told him. ‘Needed it, too. Brung up where I was.’
‘Brought up,’ he corrected her. ‘Brought up!’
She ignored him. He was always trying to improve her. She didn’t need improving. There was only one thing she needed. There had only ever been one thing she needed…
‘They’d pinch the knickers off your bum down my street,’ she told him. ‘You learn to take care of yourself.’
She was reminiscing now. He liked it when she reminisced. He liked her stories. The ones about the men she’d sat on. They turned him on. The educated young man of the house, the Master in his father’s absence. And Emmy, his bit of rough, his dirty, common piece of skirt.
‘First boy I ever sat on, ‘e’d have croaked if they hadn’t dragged me off. Got me bum on ‘im.’ She sighed and looked dreamy for a moment. ‘No man can shift me when I got me bum on ‘im.’
She reached across and pressed her hand over the bulge in his trousers. ‘Want me to put me bum on you?’
Emmy grinned wickedly, then rolled suddenly onto her tummy, her skirts up around her waist. She knew without looking that his eyes had wandered down to her bottom. They always did. Master Edward loved her bottom. Feared it, too, because of what she threatened it could do to him.
‘You can have a sniff if you like,’ she whispered, turning her face towards him. She saw the longing in his eyes. He straddled her back quickly, leant forward and rested his warm cheek against her left buttock. She felt his heart pounding against her lower spine when he hunched close, his fingers scurrying into the gully of her arse.
‘That’s a good boy,’ she cooed softly. ‘Open Emmy up…’ She wriggled her hips, and her haunches wobbled.
She felt his nose edge down into her crack, and enjoyed the rapid beat of his breath on her skin. He sniffed her slowly and she heard him moan. Lowering his head, he buried his face in her arse, and nuzzled like a grazing beast. She felt her tummy tighten when his mouth closed around the pursed fistula of her anus. She chewed on a sheet and whimpered, ‘I like being a girl … I like the things that boys can do to me …’
She felt his tongue punch at the dark muscle of her anus, probing for a way into her back passage. She squeezed her buttocks tight and then relaxed. The tiny hole shivered sweetly, opening to admit him. She stretched out her arms and groped for her young Master’s arse, dug her nails into the tender curve of his flesh and felt his cock wriggle between her shoulderblades.
His hips began to pump: a steady pulse that matched the rhythm of his tongue. She felt his body tighten for a moment, then shudder strongly.
‘Nggghh!’ he groaned. ‘Nggghh! Nggghh!’
His mouth tightened around her anus, lips chewing on the shrivelled knot. Emmy ground her cunt into the sheets, butting the swollen knot of her clitoris against the mattress. They screamed and came together, hips jerking, bodies twisting as they emptied their loins. Emmy felt her lover’s penis jump against her back. Gobbets of white hot cream soiled her flesh and dribbled down her sides, tickling her skin.
They rolled apart a second time. This time it was Edward who spoke first.
‘Oh, Emmy,’ he murmured weakly. ‘Oh, Emmy, when I’m down there, when I’m down inside your dear, sweet, delectable bottom…’ He closed his eyes. He was afraid to finish the sentence, to give substance to his thoughts.
‘You want botty to love you, don’t you?’ she whispered. ‘You want botty to sit on your face and love you to death…’
They were the words she always used. Silly words, childish words. The words his nanny might have used. The words she knew he loved to hear.
She watched him nod his head. ‘Oh, God, yes. When I’m down there I want you to smother me. To take off your drawers and mount me. Ride me as you would a stallion. No mercy. Full gallop. The Mistress of my head. The woman between whose legs I would gladly die!’
His voice rang out around the room: loud and shrill, laced with madness, the madness with which her sweet, delicious bottom always seemed to fill him.
She swung her leg over his body, settling herself on his chest, her back to his face. She crossed her arms in front of her, reached down and pulled up her dress, tugging it over her head and discarding it on the floor.
Now she was naked, and his body shivered beneath her.
‘Let botty do it,’ she sighed sweetly. ‘Let botty put you out of your misery.’ She raised herself on her knees and wriggled back until the cavern of her arse opened over his head. She reached back with both hands and spread her buttocks impossibly wide...